The night bus, like all night buses, made about five stops, including a lengthy dinner stop, before it finally got going. It also got stuck in the snowy mountain pass and we had to wait for the machine to crawl through and clear the road.
We pulled up to a fancy hotel that was under construction. M handed each of us a liter of bottled water, then led us through the building to a courtyard by a plunge pool, ringed with blue-and-white-striped tents over chaise lounges, and behind it was the full-out freaking Sahara, its big bright orange dunes cutting […]
The next morning, R and I were in the dark lobby at 6:00am. So were two pretty young women, who introduced themselves to us as D and V, nurses from Dublin. As some dudes led the four of us across the deserted early morning Djemma el-Fna, D and V told us that they’d been in […]
Tuesday morning, R and I were at the train station bright and early, having bought our tickets, checked the board and found the correct platform. We were over an hour early, but it was a beautiful day, we’d had breakfast, and we felt very pleased with ourselves overall.
I was at a goodbye brunch with friends when R called, having just realized that our flight from London to Fez, which we thought was a day after we arrived in London, in fact departed the same afternoon we arrived, meaning we would spend the day crossing from Heathrow to Stanstead, and arrive in Fez […]